Hour Nineteen

Space   I’ve always been scared of the space I’ve seen myself lost in its eternity   It was the thing you wanted from me Blank and austere.   I was unable to survive in the cold purlieus of your space   On the ebb…

(#21/24): “Aggrandisement”

There is this orange bouffanted conman from Queens, Who inflates practically everything it seems, From the length of his hands, and height of his buildings, To the size of his crowds, and all his ‘big’ winnings, Let justice be served when the grand jury convenes….

(#20/24): “Relentlessness”

Along the winding canal where there was once A long swath of overgrown grass, That turned into mud whenever it rained, Overnight, it was all gone. The unruly ‘lallang’ removed, soil levelled, And the ground topped over with concrete.   And yet, scarce months later,…

Hour Eighteen

How to make chai (tea)?   Take a pot fill it with water   half full show your optimism   Put the pot on the stove on the medium flame of agony   Add tea leaves— all black equal to the number of lovers Charlie has…

(#19/24): “Vastness”

The International Space Station. Our stepping stone to exploring beyond The confines of our solar system.   The nations of the world Continue to build this gateway to the stars, Module by module.   And yet, this complex feat of science and engineering, The largest…

(#18/24): “Allurement”

Would you like to come down, said the spider to the fly? Are you not wearying of your buzzing peregrinations? Could you not settle down for just a moment? Will you come into my web of lies? This enticing parlour of betrayal. All for a…

Hour Seventeen

Shall I mourn the loss of time? It took away all my dimes.   Shall I mourn the loss of time? It made me prime.     (Couplets)

(#17/24): “Obliteration”

They were my tomes from childhood. A retreat from the drudgery of schoolwork, That I would escape to at every opportunity. They were my books.   What followed was a wanton calamity Akin to the destruction of the Library of Alexandria. A catastrophe that could…

(#16/24): “Parity”

This growing divide between rich and poor, That disparity between obscene wealth and abject poverty, A gap which grows only larger, not narrower, Fills me with great anger.   Would I to take up my bow and arrows as Robin of the Hood, A pair…

Hour Sixteen

From Lolita   My body has just ripened let me bear the fruits with you   the diamonds in your eyes reflect the light in mine   the lollipop of desire is my favourite candy   Humbert, I’ve forgotten Charlie, let me hum your tune…

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